That was me. I did that. I might be a genius, but that was really dumb. I sneak into the office to delete it, but it's too late. He knows my naughtiest fantasies. Instead of firing me, he wants to fulfill every one of them. He's everything I didn't know I wanted: Older, fiercely protective and a possessive streak the size of Montana. But can he really want someone like me with a past full of man struggles and a head full of math problems?